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“The universe is a great organism, controlled by a dynamism of the psychical order. Mind gleams through its every atom.… There is mind in everything, not only in human and animal life, but in plants, in

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It was a hazy evening, Mom and dad were reclining on the divan, I was in our bedroom which was quiet except for the whizzing of the fan, It was some minutes past nine o'clock, time for the evening news,